You Can't Save Me

Summary: The summer after Hunter almost did something he regretted, the Hollingsworth children are faced with another tragedy.

Warnings: Attempted suicide, violent thoughts, mentions of past abuse.

Part One: Hands Stained With Red

Frankie Hollingsworth let out a laugh as she pulled away from her boyfriend, Jonah, dark hair wet and curling from their swim in the pool. She shrugged on the long tee-shirt she'd used as a cover up and headed inside the house to ask her brother, Hunter what he wanted on his pizza. As she walked down the hall to his room, she couldn't help but feel a deep since of dread rip at her heart. "Hunter?" She asked softly, hesitantly. When she didn't get an answer she brought a shaking hand to the knob and turned it. The door opened and a scream ripped from her throat at the sight before her.

Her twin brother was on the floor, blood spilling from his wrists. A knife was a few inches from his limp hand, obviously from where he'd dropped it. Frankie didn't even think as she ran to his side and tried to stop the bleeding. "Hunter, why did you do this?" She whispered, not caring about the blood that stained her hands or her shirt.

"Frankie? What happ-" Jonah cut himself off and his eyes widened at the sight of his girlfriend on the floor with her motionless brother. Her head whipped around and stared at him with haunted brown eyes as she yelled for him to call 911. He nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket to do as she asked.

Frankie startled when what seemed like seconds later, Jonah came in and gently pulled her away from her brother so the paramedics who'd just arrived could see to him. "I gotta call my mom, dad, and Miles." She choked out as she watched her brother be lowered onto a stretcher.

Jonah nodded in understanding and handed Frankie her phone that he'd grabbed along the way.

Miles was spending time with Tristan when he received the call. As soon as he saw who it was, he answered it. "Frankie?" He said her name clearly, smile on his face quickly turning downward as he heard her wails. He could barely understand her through her sobs. All that he could really catch was the name of his brother. He let go of Tristan's hand and stood up quickly. "Frankie, please breathe. You aren't going to do Hunter any good like this, okay? Did you already call mom and dad?"

"They're on their way. That don't seem to care, though. Daddy just whined about how this would be bad press." Frankie choked out, curling up in her seat as Jonah drove them to the hospital.

He clenched his fist to his side at that and took a deep, calming breath. "Okay. Well, I'll be there in a couple minutes, okay Frankie? Just hang on." He hung up his cell and turned to look at Tristan. "Do you think there's any chance that you or your parents can drive me to the hospital? My brother's in trouble."

Tristan nodded in understanding, not pushing as he wrapped an arm around Miles' shaking shoulders and led him out to the driveway.

Frankie was laying, curled up on one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, head resting on Jonah's shoulder as his arms wrapped around her protectively. There was no news as of yet of how her brother was doing and her parents had yet to arrive so she wouldn't be able to get news even if there was any. She could only hope that Miles would be here soon. She needed her older brother.

"Frankie!" Miles shouted as he hurried down the hall, stumbling a bit as she practically threw herself into his arms. He let go of Tristan's hand so that he could hold his sister. He ran a hand through her hair, cradling the back of her head, reminiscent of the way he'd held their brother months ago. "Shh...you need to breathe. What happened?" He asked Jonah, taking note of his sister's boyfriend for the first time.

The boy in question stood, shuffling his feet. "I don't know. Things were going good, today. We got Hunter to watch a movie with us and after it was done, he went to his room while Frankie and I went out for a swim. We were getting hungry so Frankie went inside to go and ask him what he wanted on his pizza and she found him lying on his bedroom floor with his wrists slit. I heard her scream and I found her trying to stop the bleeding."

"There's no news?" Tristan asked, finally speaking up. Despite what Hunter had almost done to him those months ago, he couldn't help but feel bad for the kid and the pain that this was causing Miles and Frankie.

Frankie shook her head against her brother's chest and pulled away slightly, hiccupping. "They're still working on him. Even if they weren't, they couldn't tell us anything until mom and dad get here."

"Where are they, anyway?" Miles growled, leading his sister back to the seats. "They should've gotten here before me. You called them first." To be truthful, Miles wasn't too surprised by his parents lack of concern. After all, his father was an abusive prick and his mother would rather ignore what was right in front of her. Knowing them, they were probably trying to find a way to use what Hunter had done to garner sympathy for themselves. He stewed in his anger for awhile before he was interrupted by their father calling out their names.

Frankie stayed by his side, paying their mother and father no mind.

"About time you showed up." Miles couldn't help but scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Why would your brother do this? He's got to know how it will make us look!" Mr. Hollingsworth said, voice filled with disgust, not at all worried for his son.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Your son is fighting for his life in the ICU and all you bitch about is your reputation! Have you ever thought that you might be part of the reason that he did this?" Frankie Hollingsworth spit out, rage filling her to the brim.

Her father took a step forward, hand raised as if to slap her when Jonah and Tristan stepped between she and Miles and their father and mother.

Before anything could happen, a doctor hurried down the hall, grim expression on his face. "Are you Mr. Hollingsworth's parents?" The grey haired doctor asked.

Next Chapter: Prognosis, explanations, and confrontations.